I am Officially a Narc… And I’m Okay with That

I’m now officially that mom who calls the police non-emergency number on other parents.

Some woman was going 40 in the school zone this morning, weaving in and out of traffic. I tried honking at her and flagging her down several times. All that got me were dirty looks from the driver. I assumed she didn’t have kids and was ignorant about school zones, even though there were several children standing on the corner and a crossing guard at one intersection. But, no, she was on her way to the school, which I discovered as she rushed to jam her car in between others in line at the school. This was all so that she could get her kid to school at 8:02 rather than 8:05. The first tardy bell had already rung at 8 anyway, but doesn’t count until 8:15. I hope the perfect attendance award was worth it, lady.

I memorized her license plate to report it (as we’ve been encouraged to do, even after the potential for danger has ended). My six-year old memorized her license plate number. She has been reported. I will also report her to the school so someone can have a talk with her if the police decide it isn’t worth the time.

Leaving the school, I noticed several parents who were cautious when their own children were in the car suddenly speeding, talking on the mobiles in no-handheld-device zones, running through stop signs, and otherwise just being generally reckless. Honestly, had they been on a highway, I would only have been a little peeved. But this kind of behavior, in a school zone, with children actively present and on the corner, and by people who are parents sends me raging.

What the hell is wrong with you people?? Are other kids not as precious cargo as your own??

So, I’m now a narc. And I will continue to be a narc until other parents treat random children on the street with the same human decency and courtesy they would expect others to give their own children. And I would encourage you all to do the same.